It was a rather warm day out, considering the time of year. With the past one over and gone, it seemed like people would be out all night, and partying throughout the day. But then again, there were the ones that just wanted to laze about and sleep, with nothing more than some water to drink and the world to leave behind. The white lion lazing in a meadow was one of them. Since the grasses were long since dead for the season, he was almost fully exposed, his white fur standing out against the slight different yellow of dead grass. The melting snow seemed to conceal him some, but not enough for any to over look him.
Timbavati's ear flicked when he heard the screech of a bird. He momentarily peeked an eye open, locking it easily on the flying creature, before closing it once more. Lions were said to sleep over twenty hours a day at times, and despite him being alone, he still very much so enjoyed his "cat naps". But with the sun shifting over head, and the day passing him by, the lion knew he needed to wake up. Shifting from laying on his side to his stomach, he let out a yawn, which had the slight mix of a groan or growl to it, before getting up fully. He shook his body, getting any grass or leaves off his form, before his eyes scanned the forest around him.
Now he just needed to find something to do for the day.
